Sometimes I forget that people like this exist, and my life is the better for it. Then I read articles about these kinds of people, the ones who have brilliant delicate flowers for children who are too good for the best public schools in the country and instead must be transferred immediately to private schools. This kind of thing makes me irrationally angry - not because there aren't problems with public schools, there are, but just the way these people ooze entitlement and a short-sighted approach to education (and the way I met their kids in college and found most of them almost entirely intolerable):

Other parents found the teaching in their public schools unimaginative. Susan Drews, 49, who lives in Yorktown Heights, in Westchester, said that art in the first grade at her son’s public school, for instance, involved “half-baked projects” like gold-sprayed macaroni glued to paper plates. “People went through the motions, they could claim there was an art program, but I didn’t feel it was very rich,” she said.

I glued a lot of fucking macaroni to a lot of fucking paper objects as a kid and I'd like to think I came out with my creativity still intact, bitch.